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May 2013
I entered this unity
believing that the love would
last until the toe tags were stuck on.
Maybe even longer if the
Love were true on both ends.

But I was wrong,
now, only one tag has been stuck
on one toe and yet
the love still grows
and the same love still lingers.

There is no tag on the
second toe and that love is the love
that dies. That love is the love that moves
on looking for anew leaving behind the vow and
memorie created by the last.

Pain,
Pain and guilt is all that has been
on the toe tag for the one left behind.


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Written by
NoVera Nichole Bennett  Melancholia
(Melancholia)   
462
   --- and rained-on parade
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